User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20130212222408/@comment-3135907-20130218222557

OOC: A thousand, eh? Impressive

Rakka turns and looks up at Valrag. Though Valrag may not know of him, he has certainly heard of Valrag the Conqueror. The ferret winces. This isn't anything like how things are supposed to happen... "So, Anglin, I guess we've got a little competition?" the ferret asks his High Captain. "Aye, Chief, we'll put up a good fight though!"

"No we won't, you fool." Rakka rebuffs the weasel. "I'm not looking for two wars at once; that's exactly what these rabbits want us to do: fight until we're all but gone from their shores. Perhaps we can reach diplomacy with these otherbeasts; imagine how large our combined forces would be! This mountain could easily be overtaken, and then when I have no use for the great Valrag, he'll receive a dagger in the ribs. Savvy?"

"Aye, Chief, savvy. We'll be kings!" says Anglin.

"Fool. No one will be king," says Rakka swiftly. "I don't want this mountain, `tis rumored that spirits guard its very stones. We'll merely wisk away the badger-treasure, and by the time we've gone through everything not a brass kettle will be left behind!"